For some reason, I love cows...from a distance. Something about them remind me of home and comfort and familiarity and peace. And (because I don't have to raise them) I appreciate them for being beautiful furry beasts. Something about how they look my way when I walk up close to fence makes me feel like we are friends. On the road to my folk's house, there is a pasture filled with them. Black, brown and spotted the cows are always there....and in the spring so are the calves! But for now, they are calf-free little cows and bulls roaming around.
Aren't they peaceful?
Also, can you guess how freezing my fingers were snapping these photos? Answer...quite.